The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1887-11-21

cred his bosom and showed me cash that
looked like a badge of eternal nobility. l
have seen an empty sleeve that was more
beautiful than the most muscular forearm.
i have seen Il green shade over the eye
shot out in battle that was more beautiful
than any two eyes that had passed without
injury ! have seen an old missionary,
worn out with the malaria OF African jun
giles, who looked 10 me more radiant than
n rubicund gymnast. lhavesecn another,
after six weeks watching over n family OF
children, down with scarlet fever, with
glory around her pale and wan face that
surpassed the angelic. IL all depends on
how you got your sickness and in what
battle your wounds. Frederick T. Freling-
huyscn, the pride Of New Jcrey-ayc, Of
the nation and one of the pillars Of the
Christian church, and for nearly four
years practically President Of the United
States, although in the Office OF Secretary
OF State, in bis determination TO make
peace with all the governments on this
American continent, wore himself out, and
while his brain was as keen as il ever was,
and his heart beat ny regularly AZ II ever
did, nc was, according 10 tho bulletin OF
his physicians at Washington and Newark,
dying Of hardening Of the liver. Satan,
who does not like good men, sent dart
through his liver. Tho last my dear
iriend-for he was my friend and my
iathcr's.lriend before me tho last he was
seen in Washington was in the Presidents
carriage, leaning his head against
the shoulder Of tho President on
his way 10 the depot 10 take the train 10 20
home TO die. Mariyrof the public service,
lac died for his country, though no died in
time OF peace. I'm his earlier life he was
called the nephew OF his uncle Theodore
frelinghuysen, but no lived TO render for
God and hia. country service that will
make others proud to be his nephew, and
which will keep his name on the scroll Of
history M the highest style Of christian
statesman that this century or any other
century has produced. My lord and my
Godl II we must get sick and worn out,
let II be IN thy service, and in the effort TO
make the world good and happy. Not in
the service Of sin. Mol No! One OF the
most pathetic scenes that / ever witness,
and often sec II, Is that Of men or women
converted In the liilics or sixties, or seven
ties, wanting 10 be useful, but they no
served the world aud satan in the earlier
purt OF their life that they have no physi.
cal energy left for the service OF God.
They sacrificed nerves, muscles, lungs,
heart and liver on the wrong altar. They
fought on the wrong side, and now, when
their sword ~ all hacked up, aud their ann.
nunliion all gone, they enlist for
Emmanuel When the high-motllcd cav
airy horse, which that man spurrcd
INTO many cavalry charge with
champlng bit, and flaming eye clothed
with thunder, Is worn out, and spawned,
and ring Loncd, aud spring halt, be- rides
mp to the great captain of our salvation on
the white horse and offers his services
When such persons might have been
through the good habits Of n lifetime
crashing the battle axe through hrlmrtcd
iniquitics, thcy are spending their DAYS
anu nights In discussing the best way 81
breaking up their indigestion, and quiet
ing their iangling nerves, and rOusng their
laggrd appetite and trying 10 extract the
dart from their outraged liver. Better
converted late than ncverl Oh. yes. Tor
They will got 10 heaven. But they will ~
aioot when they might have wheeled np
the steep hills OF the sky In Elijahs char.
lot. There Is nm old hymn tint W. used
Ia sing ~ the country meeting house when
] WIS boy, and | remember how the old
folks voices trmblcd with emotion while
they sang IL. ! have forgotten all but two
lines, but those lines aro tho pcromton Of
my sermon:
Twill save ~ from thousand snhns
10 mind religion Young F."